People always ask me why I still want to play, but I want to know why no one will give me an opportunity. It's like they put a stamp on me: 'Hall of Fame. You're done. That's it.'

I don’t think I ever got proper credit about being smart about the game.

Let’s see, for breakfast Rickey will have bacon and eggs, and grits if I can get ’em.

I haven’t had the time to say, ‘I’m retiring.’ But baseball says, ‘You’re retired.’

I don’t think I could have dreamt it up any better than how things went, of being at my peak at just the right time, and have everything go my way.

Just because I believed in what I was doing on the field and dedicated myself to playing the game, does that mean I’m cocky? Does that mean I’m arrogant?

Certain guys, they can see a guy do a certain thing with their glove and know what pitch is coming. I couldn’t do that. But I can get on first base and I can tell you by his move if that pitcher is going to first base or home plate every time.

When you’re a kid, you want to be a millionaire.

People always ask me why I still want to play, but I want to know why no one will give me an opportunity. It’s like they put a stamp on me: ‘Hall of Fame. You’re done. That’s it.’ It’s a goddamn shame.

I was stealing all the bases, and when you had to go to arbitration they said, ‘You know, only the big boys make the money.’ So I got to try and figure out how to hit a home run, too.